You were by my side on the frontline Do you remember? Do you remember? Due casualties of the punk wars Buried in leather, in leather
These days I miss strangers more than I, more than I miss my friends And waves of conversations break in on shores of my head again
Furnishments dumpstered or groundscored You didn't need money, not money Everything you own in a hatchback Battered and musty, musty
These days I miss strangers more than I, more than I miss my friends Dives filled with hopeless drunks sinking deeper into their sins Try to be here now, I only ask you when
Reach out Reach out Reach out, to what is choking you To what is choking you Reach out, to what is choking you To what is choking you
These days I miss strangers more than I, more than I miss my friends Waves of conversations break in on shores of my head again Try to be here now, I only ask you when Try to be here now, I only ask you when Try to be here now, I only ask you when Try to be here now, I only ask you whenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
